Just to prove that we are able to leave the house occasionally, despite having a small child, here is a picture of our HORRENDOUSLY expensive new kettle, purchased in Welshpool yesterday. You may remember* some time ago I went through a phase of exterminating kettles right left and centre. We went through four in about as many months, largely due to me overfilling them and fusing them if they were electric; or me not putting the whistle-thingy tightly enough on the spout and it ricocheting off when it started to boil instead of whistling tunefully if they were stove-top ones; or us making the mistake of purchasing one without a whistle.
Anyway. Earlier this week it happened again. This time, it was because we had bought a really cheap kettle, due to a realistic assessment of my ability to care for them properly; and it started to leak, usefully, just above where the plug goes in the back.
So. We plodded on regardless for a couple of days with water dripping down in to the socket; and then we thought we should do something about it. Isn't it beautiful? It's all shiny and lovely. It's also incredibly heavy and therefore suitable for being used on a rayburn**. And it comes with a lifetime guarantee, which is what swung it for us. No whistle. But hell, you can't have everything - it takes six pints. SIX PINTS! That's potentially SIX PINTS OF TEA.
In other news, Leo is settling down to being out in the world - he still keeps regurgitating his feeds but he's putting on weight, so nothing too terrible is going on. He's growing out of his 0-3 months clothes already; cloth nappies = big bottoms :). He does have a distressing tendency to look like Nosferatu when he's got the sicky cloth tucked under his chin, though. Or possibly Charles Laughton as Henry VIII.
This afternoon he slept in the pram for four hours, whilst we planted up the winter window boxes and troughs - pansies, primulas and bulbs. This is a major step forward for us as we are usually doing it around Christmas***. We also got some of the garlic in - saved from last year's crop. It's a bit early, traditionally speaking - you are supposed to plant it on the shortest day and harvest it on the longest ... but better early than not at all - in this case, 'better late than never' is actually not true because if you plant it late you've wasted it. I therefore feel quite smug.
Over the weekend I am going to see if I can get some peas and carrots and lettuce in, in the greenhouse. We also have friends coming to help us start our Great DIY Plan, of which more next week, with photos, if I don't get crushed under a falling wall. And tomorrow we are collecting a shower cubicle that we scored from Freecycle; and, possibly, getting some more chickens. [cough].
We've also got some horse-muck lined up to collect from a very long-suffering Freecycler who offered it to us a fortnight ago ... but it requires careful timing and a large plastic sheet in the back of the car, so I don't think it will happen before the end of next week.
* Pretty unlikely, don't feel bad if you don't ... :)
** Currently a Rayburn Of The Mind, but it's outside and it will be coming in eventually, if the Furies are kind.
*** Of which we do not speak, until at least early December.